Cut to ribbons, the tranquil breeze.  Explosive, thunderous sound.

Unleashed en masse, destructive force.  Riotous, clamoring noise.

Damaging discourse, welcomed in.  Unsuspecting, naive sheep.

Violent outreach, sentries sound.  Unheeded, brought to ruin.

Momentary blindness, now can see.  Turned off, has set me free.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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